When he woke up, he was no longer chained to the wall. He was laying on the wooden bench with a thin blanket pulled over him. His body was hurting so bad it bought tears to his eyes, his normally tan skin ashen. Averet had believed him, so why was he still here? Why didn't they just let him go? He thought about Barret. He must be a serious threat to the crown since the guards were willing to torture Dashiell to get to him. But why him. Why did Barret have to choose him as his next fuck. He wished he'd turned him down, but he needed the money. Besides, he never turned a client down. No matter how ugly or violent they were, he would just take it. It's for the money, he would say to himself whenever they hurt him.

He didn't know how long he'd been out this time. He wished there was a window in his cell, so he could get a small sense of time. He didn't know if it was day or night and it made him crazy. The whole situation was making him go crazy. He needed to get out, one way or another. They couldn’t keep him here. Not when he was innocent. Not when Averet had believed him. They were just waiting for you to wake up, so they can let you out. That’s all, but he didn’t even believe his own thoughts.

He sat up slowly while trying to ignore the protest of his whole body. On the floor in front of the bars was a bowl with food and a goblet filled with water. He went over and picked it up. It looked as awful as it smelled, but he was hungry and thirsty. He couldn’t remember when he’d last eaten something since he hadn’t eaten the day when Barret fucked him, so he didn’t care how bad it looked or how foul it tasted, he just needed something to gain some strength. He was feeling weak and tired and his body was screaming from the pain every time he moved a muscle.

He forced the food down and emptied the goblet. He lay back on the bench and pulled the blanket up over his body. The cell was so cold, he had to cover himself up to stay warm, even though the thin blanket wasn’t much of a help. He missed a real bed, with a soft mattress and big pillows. He missed being able to look through the window and see the sunrise and fall. He missed the nights he spent in the forest, lying on his back and looking up at the stars. He missed the world.

He heard footsteps coming closer again and he turned his back to the cell door. If they thought he was still out then they might leave him alone.

“Hello again.” Dashiell recognized the voice and his body froze. The cell door clicked open and the footsteps crept closer. He didn't move. “I know you're awake, pretty face. You've eaten the food!” Eudon kicked the bowl hard across the floor so it crashed against the bench, and the sound made Dashiell flinch. Eudon walked slowly towards him. Dashiell needed this to stop. He needed him to go away. “Turn around… let me see your pretty little face!” He grabbed Dashiell's shoulder and turned him roughly, so he was lying on his back. “Much better.”

“Please. Don't,” Dashiell whispered. “I don't know anything.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Eudon laughed. “I don't give a shit about that! I'm not here to get information!” He pushed Dashiell’s legs apart and touched his crotch.

“No!” Dashiell said. He sat up and pressed himself against the wall. “Please don't touch me!”

“Don't be like that,” Eudon laughed. “You are a fucking whore! You are used to it!” He grabbed him and forced him to lie down on his stomach. He was fighting as much as he could, but he was too hurt and Eudon was too strong.

“Please,” he sobbed while trying to squirm away from Eudon's touch, but it didn't work. Eudon grabbed his hair and yanked his head back hard.

“The more you fight, the more it'll hurt!” Dashiell closed his eyes as his body went slack. He didn't stand a chance anyway. Eudon pulled his pants and underwear off of him and threw them across the room. He stood there and looked at him for a moment. Dashiell took a deep breath and clenched his fists in the blanket. It was going to be painful; he knew that. He just wanted it to be over. He could hear the rustling of Eudon pulling down his own pants before settling himself on top of him. He could feel how hard he was, as he pressed his cock against his ass. He heard him spitting into his hand before forcing Dashiell's legs further apart.

“You look so pretty,” Eudon whispered in his ear as he pressed himself into him. Dashiell clenched his fists harder in the blanket, the pain was so bad. He hadn't been prepared as he normally was and Eudon was not exactly being gentle as he fucked him. Small pain-filled moans escape his lips. “You’re so tight,” he bent down, running his tongue over Dashiell’s cheek. “Such a good boy. You take it so well. Look at those beautiful eyes, watch me, boy.” Dashiell wished he'd just shut the fuck up and get finished. But Eudon took his time with him. It was painful and horrible, and Dashiell just wanted to throw up his soul.

Eudon pulled away from him and got himself dressed. Dashiell stayed still, not daring to move. He felt used, embarrassed, and disgusting. He hated that he could feel Eudon's gaze on his naked body. It was so humiliating.

“You were so good,” Eudon said, “I'll be visiting you again soon.” He opened the cell door, locked it after himself, and walked away while whistling.

Dashiell stayed where he was, and a single tear made its way down his bruised cheek.